Day Dream
A gun to my head about to pull,
I start to wonder if my funeral will be full,
Clap! Clap! No I am not dead,
That is just something falling off the bed.
I can hear the ringing of a bell,
Not even dead as yet, but it is time to go to hell.
I start to wonder a lot of crop,
Hell is far I think I am going to need a map.
I might have to pay a toll,
Don't know really that was what i was told.
It happen now there is a hole in my brain,
Surprised! Because I didn't feel a second of pain.
This gun for a moment didn't even stick,
I have to say it was so quick.
I will be missed,
But of course I knew why I did this,
Now all of this pain will go away,
It's over now not another day.
Also I guess doing this thing just amazed me,
Killing myself was crazy. Maybe!
What the hell it's time to wake up!
Now I think I want to live,
Won't forget but at least forgive.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
